0 comments/ 23746 views/ 0 favorites Together At Last By: Frans Tooten Tonight it's John's turn. My boss is for a couple of days abroad again and the wify is home alone and she again has her mind put to it. So John has to leave the closet and I am lying here alone, probably all night long. Not that John is of great help to me. He's okay, handsome also, and he has a prick to revere. But when she puts him back empty the only thing I can do with him is have a chat. Sometimes even for that he's too exhausted and then he just lies staring up or sideways. The lady boss sometimes is insatiable and at those moments John has to stand up for it. Then she has made one or another nice deal and after tha she's on edge. I always see very clearly when she is in such a mood and in those cases I can't stop myself to tease John when she takes him out of the closet. Like tonight. "Your turn again, my boy," I say to him when the closet door opens and I see the shining in the lady boss's eyes. Her nostrils are wider that other times and in a flash I see her temples palpitating. She's grabbing John and drags him out and for a second I hear him wailing. "I hope she takes off her rings in time, my boy", I say teasingly and then the closet door closes again. But not completely. It stays ajar. It seems wify's in a hurry, a big hurry. Now I see the upper half of her body through the crack, while she's sitting on the bed and blowing up John in a mad pace. Once in a while I see his big cock. That one never has to be blown. That one always is standing straight up. Always ready for wify, but alas, never for me. Almost twice as fast as at other times John is filled and I see how he's thrown onto the bed with a thump. His cone is pricking high in the air and I look yearningly at it. I hear how the lady boss is taking off her clothes rapidly. I can't see her, she's standing aside from the closet door. But I can hear her the better. She's breathing rapidly and once in a while I see some clothes fly by. Then she appears in my sight, next to the bed. Yes, she's a beauty and actually John shouldn't whine that much, I think. Though? The ways I hear, and now see, her violating John... Fortunately the boss always takes his time with me. Imagine! One small accident, with a sharp ring or maybe blown too hard and you're done. Suddenly I see her firm round buttocks go upwards. Her hand moves down and she firmly takes John's pole. Without much fussing she comes down, and then all of a sudden she falls down onto him and she starts riding him the way a mad Tartar rides a wild horse, going up, falling down, sliding up and then back again, while her hand grabs John's bag and alternately is jerking it upwards. I look jealously at the scene and am dreaming that I myself are lying on top of him. It's over quickly. I hear her muffled cry into the pillow. John has been kept whole. The lady boss is rolling off him, breathing heavily, stays lying down for a short time, then rises and leaves the room. John stays on the bed and I know that tonight he has to serve a couple of times more. When she's in this mood she's going to sleep late. Oh John! It sounded muffled, but still I heard them say goodbye to each other. She'll be away for two days. "I wonder if he already wants tonight," I hear John saying next to me. I can't see him, he's lying in the corner completely crumpled. From the first floor soft sounds are floating upwards. After quite some time they stop and I hear the bedroom door open. Some time later our closet door opens and I know now it's my turn. My boss takes me out of the closet. He puts me onto the bed and walks back to the closet. To my surprise he doesn't close the door. I see him reach up for John and he takes him out. What's that?! John and I look at each other, both surprised. Some time later the two of us are lying next to each other on the bed, staring up and blown but not too hard. "Do you understand, John?" I ask. "Maybe he has...?" he says. "But why now suddenly?" From the corner of my eyes I see the boss standing next to John. He bends down and he smears some kind of stuff onto John's prick. Then he straightens again and I see him smearing his own big pole. Two beautiful shining dongs I see from aside. They don't differ much in size. For a moment my boss stands still, looks down to his throbbing stave and one finger slides over it, downwards, to his bag, which he caresses softly and in which he squeezes gently. His prick jerks backwards and I hear the soft thud when it beats his belly. Then he looks up and he kneels down onto the bed, next to John. Will he...? But no, he sits astride John's legs and suddenly he lifts me. He turns me around onto my belly and puts me down on top of John. "Oh John," I whisper. "What he intends to do?" I don't have to wait long. I am slid upwards a bit and then slowly downwards. John's smooth schlong slowly slides into my cunt and I feel him filling me, filling me completely. Quietly we stay in that way for some time and then I feel my boss's finger enter my other entrance down there. It's smooth and it's tickling me at the inside. I hear him moaning and shuffling behind me and suddenly I feel his weight onto my back and buttocks and I feel how John's prick is entering even deeper and then all of a sudden my boss's pole enters my arse, all to the root and I'm filled down there totally, in a way that has never happened to me. Slowly he starts moving and John moves too and I move too and sigh too, together with John and my boss and I feel the two stems inside me and they touch each other and scrape each other and the rhythm speeds up and the sighing and moaning too, faster and faster. Two strong hands grab my tits, squeeze and squeeze and are pulling at my nipples, while the rhythm becomes faster and faster and it almost feels as if inside I'm torn apart and then I hear his breath cutting through my hair and he pulls me up halfway and he thrusts deeper than ever and then he throws himself forward and he roars shakingly and vibratingly into the pillow and I feel how he empties himself, deep into me, deeper than John, much deeper and I bear his total weight and shudder together with him and happiness streams through me and if I could cry I would do that now, because at last we are together and I know this will be the beginning of new delight and if I could move my arms I now would wrap them around him and would kiss him and kiss him and I would beg him to go on and go on and then again and again. Together At Last (Note: The very first meeting of Penny and Dottie after exchanging emails and pictures for months via the internet. Penny is a beautiful Australian woman and Dottie lives in the United States. Penny wrote the first part from her memory of that meeting. Dottie wrote the second part from her memory of that meeting). Part I---by Penny The 747 finally comes to rest at the terminal building, it's been a long non-stop ride from Sydney to LA just floating above the clouds all night long with little more to do than pick the couples stealing off to join the mile high club, and they actually think people don't know! One time I caught the eye of one of the flight attendants and exchanged knowing smiles, you think they would charge more for the service! At least this is Qantas and not Virgin! Grabbing bags I follow the crowd off the plane, now all I have to do is find my bag and my sweet love Dottie, I have been unable to sleep with anticipation of this moment, months of planning and scheming like teenagers has all come down to this, an airport meeting for two, I am nervous and excited its like I have waited 30 years for this very moment. My last airborne duty was to discard my bra and panties, its times like this I am kind of pleased that I am small breasted; I know I can go braless at anytime and still be nice and firm. My short skirt frames my tanned legs, my blouse is maybe one button more opened than is "nice" a fact that I noticed is not lost on the same flight attendant, as I prepare to leave we stop and chat, she is based in LA as part of the Qantas overseas program and we exchange names and numbers, you never know when a number can come in handy! Why are these corridors always cool and drafty? I feel my skirt floating around my legs and fight the urge to hold it down but there is really no problem it's just my nerves showing. Into the concourse and I take a few minutes to look around, no one, but I am not surprised with all the changes to security these days. I follow the crowd toward baggage claim and my first time in the US of A in over 10 years. It has to be as you wait and watch the baggage go around that the thrill of flying finally dissipates. I keep looking around, nothing, then a smile, oh my, women in uniform, it's the flight attendant again already on her way home, I watch her legs and bum as she walks away from me and sigh thinking of that phone number. I am jerked back to reality by the thought of my bag only to see it has already past me, "excuse me, excuse me", as I wade through the masses all doing the same thing only to watch it disappear into the back loading area .. damn! Standing there looking into space I feel this tap on my shoulder, spinning around out of my dream I am looking right into the smile that makes my heart leap, "Dottie" I almost scream and throw my arms around her neck like we are the very oldest friends, not meeting for the first time. Standing nose to nose I have but one thought and one desire that I cannot delay, slowly I kiss your lips as we embrace, my tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you for the very first time, my fingers caress your hair as I feel your arms encircle me, the world has stopped in a heart beat, only in LA, in Hobart I would be arrested just for what I am thinking! ______________________ Part II---by Dottie I'm holding her in my arms ... finally!! After months of exchanging emails, more months of exchanging pictures, and what seemed like an eternity of waiting ... finally, I'm holding my precious Penny ... and I can't leave go ... I just can't!! As soon as her lips touched mine I could feel the fire in my stomach ... and the moment I greeted her tongue with my tongue the fire spread like a raging forest fire deep in my vagina. The flood gates were opened and I could feel the wetness between my thighs!!! 'At last ... at last ...' the words kept ricocheting around inside of my head ... in silence. I opened my eyes for the first time since Penny took me in her arms ... people were watching us ... no, they were staring at us! And I still couldn't leave go ... I just squeezed my Penny harder. I could feel her ... I could actually feel her! I could feel her breasts against my breasts ... I could feel the warmth of her thighs against my thighs. I could feel Penny rotate her hips ... ever so slightly ... against my hips. My knees buckled a little ... just like they always do when I'm getting close ... oh God, no, no ... not here ... not here in front of all these people. But it was no use; I was at the point of no return!!! I felt Penny's lips leave my lips as she took my head and rested it on her shoulders ... I felt her warm breath close to my ear ... and then her sweet feminine voice, just the way I imagined it sounded for all these months! 'Go ahead baby ... go ahead' the sweet voice said in my ear. 'Let yourself go honey, I'll hold you ... and I did! I buried my nose in her soft blonde hair, took a deep breath of her wonderful scent and release my arousal as never before!!! 'Oh my God ... oh my God ... Penny sweetheart, oh God honey ... I'm ... I'm cumming ... God, I'm cumming!! I heard the sweet voice again ... 'I know ... I know baby ... I have you ... it's all right, I'll hold you!!! As I drifted back ... slowly, I felt like a rocket that had been launched into the space and was drifting back to earth by a parachute ... then I heard the sweet voice again ... softly in my ear ... 'I love you Dottie' the voice said. I took my head away to look into the beautiful blue eyes that I only seen in her pictures before ... 'I love you too Penny.' Together at Last She stepped out of the shower, surveying her body in the mirror. After six months of steamy IMs, sensuous emails, and even a couple of uninhibited phone calls, she was finally going to meet him in the flesh. Their virtual relationship had been a whirlwind of fantasy that neither one had ever dared explore with anyone else, not even their own spouses. But tonight, they would finally discover if reality lived up to months of fantasy. They had chosen a hotel that was halfway between their respective towns, and she had arrived first. She wondered if he was feeling the same level of excitement and nervousness as she was. Her sexual excitement had recently grown intensely drawn to the idea of doing things she wasn't supposed to do, of going against the quiet conservative Midwestern values she had always been taught to adhere to. This tryst, this physical culmination of an online affair was the height of naughtiness that she was able to actually go through with. She thought about all the fantasies they had shared, and wondered which they would begin with while she smoothed lotion over her soft body. He knocked on the door, and she felt her pulse racing as she moved to open it, not bothering to cover herself. He slipped in, smiled, laughed softly, and barely had time to say hello before she began kissing him hard on the lips, laughing with him. He smelled of sun and wind from his drive, and she inhaled his scent for the first time. Her hands moved eagerly to undress him, trembling with eagerness and desire, while his hands made a quick survey of her flesh. The appearance of their bodies was not foreign, as they had dared to share photos with each other, another naughty little indulgence of theirs. But the excitement of touching the skin, caressing the curves, fondling the most sensitive places that they had only dreamed about was nothing less than electric. They had to mutually pull away from each others' hungry hands, not wanting to reach climax so immediately. She pulled him toward the cushioned high back chair, her hair falling forward on her face as she leaned over to place a pillow on the floor in front of her. She sat on the edge of the chair and swept her hair back, smiling as she took both his hands and pulled him down to his knees on the pillow. She placed his strong hands on her knees, covering them with her own delicate ivory ones. She guided his hands up her creamy thighs as he gently pushed her legs apart, slowly revealing her sacred secret places. He felt his rigid cock jump at the sight of her dark pink folds of moist skin, and he ached to be touched, to be enfolded in her. But he knew what his first pleasure would be. He looked up at her with hungry eyes, and she returned his look with an inviting smile and barely perceptible nod. He leaned toward her, following the heady scent of her waiting flesh, his mouth watering in anticipation. She placed her hands gently on his shoulders as his fingers moved closer to her slit. He stroked her velvety skin from top to bottom, circling gently around her hole, watching with delight as her glistening depths began to open up under his first tentative touches. She dug her fingers into his flesh as he tapped gently at her clit, swiftly arousing the bud. He slowly ran his finger between her lips, down one side and up the other, then teased her clit with little circles. She moaned softly, and he knew she was ready. He felt a drip of slick wetness on his thigh as his cock rested there when he shifted his weight to move closer to her. She wriggled slightly closer to the edge of the chair so that she would be freely accessible to his attentions. She moaned softly at first then with increasing intensity as he placed his tongue flat against her mons and began stroking her from bottom to top over and over. She grew intensely wet with her own juices as his tongue moved all over her pink and throbbing pussy. He savored her sweet taste as he employed long slow strokes interspersed with short little flicks at her clit, followed by languorous circles, his hands gently kneading and caressing her thighs. Her passion was increasing so intensely, so rapidly that she couldn't maintain any self-control. She placed her feet on his shoulders, opening up completely to him and began thrusting her hips at his mouth as he licked and sucked her to amazing heights of pleasure. He began rocking his own hips, moving his cock against his thighs, rubbing his head in a small sticky pool that had collected there. He plunged his tongue deep inside her and lapped her juices while she whimpered and moaned and thrashed against his face. He dipped his pinky in her pussy to wet it, and gently slipped the tip into her other hole while his tongue probed deeper into her pussy. She gasped at this new sensation, and moaned even more loudly as he began stroking her with his pinky in a counterpoint rhythm to his tongue. Her hands flew to grasp the top of the chair and her back arched while her hips began moving faster. He knew she was on the verge, and he couldn't wait to send her over the top. A flood of ecstasy swept through him at the thought, and he had to take a deep breath as he pulled his tongue out of her. With his free hand, he slipped one, two, three fingers inside her while his tongue danced on her clit. He had every pleasure spot covered and was driving her insane with the movement of his hands and tongue. He could tell his strokes, swirls, and taps were drawing her closer and closer to orgasm because her moans grew louder and her gasps quicker. She settled into a brief staccato of whimpers and hip thrusts before she froze momentarily, all her muscles tense and drawn, and then exploded in waves of loud wails and deep thrusts against him. He stroked her inside with his fingers, feeling the strong pulses of her muscles as they seemed to want to pull him in deeper. He matched the strong laps of his tongue to her rolling orgasmic rhythm, drawing out the experience to its fullest, slowing as she slowed, but not stopping. He could sense she wasn't finished. She writhed in the chair, her hands still above her head, making her hard nipples stand out even further. He glanced up to see her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly in a soft O, framed by the mounds of her breasts made slightly dewy with sweat. The sight of his effect on her sent a rush through him that focused his efforts. He stroked with his fingers and licked her clit in circles, slowly, gently, bringing her down from the climax into a state of euphoric pleasure, waiting, waiting for the sign. And there it was...the slight quickening of breath and she began increasing her rhythm and moaning again. This time, he wasn't making this happen, she was. He let her use his tongue and fingers as she controlled the tempo and rhythm. She climaxed again, this time with even more intensity and duration than the first. Watching her made him so incredibly aroused, and he had to control himself or he would take her before she had fully finished. And as her moans subsided they were replaced with gentle laughter. He kissed her quivering pussy. "What?" "I can't stop," she said between gasps, and with a hard arch of her back she was bearing down on his hand and he felt them squeezed by her muscles as her juices slid down his fingers while she climaxed again. He placed his tongue against her clit and moved it slowly as if to calm her while he slid his fingers out of her. Her moans subsided again into soft little laughs as he looked up to see her smiling at him. "I think...I think I'm finished...for now," she giggled sheepishly. "I'm only just getting started," he said. He helped her feet down from his shoulders and stood slowly, his cock pointing hard at her. He pulled her up gently, knowing that her legs would be weak, and held her against him as they kissed eagerly. She loved the taste of her juices on his mouth and swirled her tongue around his, sucking and biting gently. While they kissed, he maneuvered them to the bed, never losing bodily contact, their hands all over each other. Even though he wanted to make love to her all night, he was so aroused from giving her pleasure that he knew he would have to fight hard to hold back, to enjoy her as much as she had enjoyed what he had given to her already. He pulled her onto the bed with him. She was lying on top of him and they were kissing passionately, his cock was pressing between her thighs. She was rubbing her legs and hips against him, eager to take him in. He rolled them over on their sides and pulled her leg up over his hip. He pushed the tip of his cock into her wetness, then let it slide back and forth at her clit, moistening her lips again and again. He did this twice while she ran her hands over his back and arms while her mouth worked on his. The third time he pushed the head of his cock in just a little deeper, and her eager moan almost took him over the edge. She swirled her hips gently with his cock half in her, and he had to pull out again. He rolled her on her back and nestled his head between her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, trying to hold back the inevitable for a few more moments. She lay there with her legs open, inviting him, and he ached to be deep within her. He rose up on his knees, sat on his heels like he was on the floor, and pulled her hips up hard toward him. She rose up on her legs, spreading them wider as he finally plunged his hungry cock deeply into her throbbing pussy. He slid in all the way to the base, his balls pressed hard against her as if he wanted to push those into her, too. And then he had to start pumping into her, his hands holding up her hips while he thrust his cock all the way to the depths of her, taking her over and over. He felt his breath growing quicker, he felt the deeply satisfying tingling begin somewhere in his core, spreading new warmth to all his extremities. She felt his muscles begin to tighten, his intensity focus. He pulled out of her long enough to put her hips down and lay fully on top of her. This is how he wanted her, their whole bodies pressed against each other, kissing passionately. She was watching him closely, waiting for him to open his eyes. As he plunged into her again, she wrapped her arms and legs around him welcoming him into her. She kissed him with lips and tongue and willed him to open his eyes as he made love to her with increasing intensity. As if he read her mind, his eyes opened to hers, and for a few moments they were completely united, bodies, lips, eyes, souls moving together in perfect harmony. Like an electric charge, the orgasm came upon them both so intensely, so suddenly that their eyes closed and lips parted as they both gasped and cried out. But where they lost contact with eyes and lips, they were joined in a more complete way, beyond mere physical contact. They existed together in that moment in a way that they occupied the whole universe, and the whole universe seemed to exist in them. As their climactic cries wound down to low moans, their movements melted into slow rolls and their muscles began to unclench. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her again as they settled into post-coital euphoria. They kissed again, this time more deeply and more slowly than before, struggling to bring their breathing back to normal. She began to laugh softly. "Now what?" His voice hummed against her ear, tickling, making her laugh even harder. He was annoyed for a moment, but then her laughs made her muscles squeeze his sensitive head and he gasped at the shock of the sensation. "I think...mmmm....I think I still need to..." She wrapped her legs around his hips and took his soft cock securely into her. She rocked her hips against him, head thrown back, her gentle laughs turning again to quiet moans. He closed his eyes, drowning in her moistness wrapped so hungrily around him, moving him so that he began to stir again. He realized that she was using his body for her own pleasure, and suddenly he felt a surge of arousal at the idea that she needed him so badly. She seemed to know instinctively how their bodies should fit together, and he kissed her hard on the lips and neck, whispered encouragement in her ear. It wasn't long before she had worked up a frenzied rhythm that was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans grew louder as she thrust and bucked under him, bringing him to another full erection. He could tell she was ready, but was holding back as if waiting on him. "You need this so badly, I want to hear you scream as loud as you want." His voice was so husky, so full of eagerness and desire that it sent her soaring. She willingly gave in to his suggestion and wailed long and loud, forgetting he was there, forgetting there could be anyone on the other side of the walls. He felt like he could listen to her over and over and it would never fail to excite him more than anything. But he could tell that this time she was completely satisfied by the way her body went immediately limp after she climaxed. When she regained consciousness of his body, she knew he wasn't ready to quit either. She wondered how long they could go on like this, trading off orgasms. She kissed him and grinned as she brought her legs down and rolled him onto his back. She was way beyond any reservations or tenderness she may have felt when they first walked into the room that night. Now she was a sex goddess, and she intended to have her sacrifice. It was his turn to laugh expectantly as she trailed hot wet kisses down his chest and belly. Her hands were all over his arms and chest, stroking and teasing with her fingernails. The urgency of her mouth made him think he was about to be devoured. She hummed with delight as she brought the full length of her tongue against his slick shaft and licked him hard from base to tip. Their mingled juices on her tongue were like ambrosia and she lapped at him fervently until she had satisfied her cravings. He stroked her hair and watched mesmerized as her pink tongue worked its way over his dark skin. He shuddered and rolled back his eyes as her wet mouth closed down around his shaft, her lips wrapped around her teeth. He felt her tongue flit and swirl around him as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, always increasing the pressure around his swollen head. She made sure she kept her mouth as wet for him as her pussy had been, and she felt him growing harder and longer as she took him deeper into her mouth. He tried to lay there and let her have her way, but she was making him so crazy with desire that he had to start thrusting into her mouth. She responded to his increased intensity by cupping and stroking his balls, then squeezing and stroking his shaft while her mouth balanced the give and take of satisfying him. In a moment of excitement, her fingers found their way past his balls to his little puckered hole and teased the soft skin with tapping circles. His gasps encouraged her so she quickly slicked her pinky in her mouth and began to push into that forbidden opening. Her tongue felt salty slick drops of liquid that told her he was enjoying this as much as she was. Her pinky was stroking and caressing him from the inside, while her mouth and her other hand were stroking hard on his shaft. She began to moan as she felt the last surges of heat in his cock that preceded his orgasm. She loved having his cock in her mouth because she could feel his orgasm so much more strongly this way. Her mouth was more sensitive than her pussy, and could feel every stage, every sensation of his pleasure. Her moans thrummed in her throat and vibrated on her lips, making her wet mouth the most amazing place he could ever imagine having his cock. She felt the waves of his muscles contracting before she felt and tasted his hot liquid in her mouth. He was shouting a crazy mixture of vowels and curse words that subsided into puppy-like whimpers while her mouth pulled every last drop from him. She swallowed twice, his cock still in her mouth, and then began licking and sucking him softly as he grew flaccid, making sure she savored every moment. She kissed his tip softly as she gently laid his cock on his belly and moved up to lie beside him. His eyes were still closed, his breath still shallow, but he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close as she laid her head on his shoulder and draped one leg across his. "How are you doing?" he asked softly. "Much better now, thanks," she whispered. Neither one of them said anything for several minutes. They lay there listening to each other breathe, listening to the air conditioner hum, listening to the occasional car drive by on the road outside. She traced abstract patterns in the hair on his chest, and let her fingers wander down around his belly button. "Know what?" He finally opened his eyes to look at her again. "Hmmm...what?" She was mesmerized by her pale ivory hand contrasting his tan belly and black hair. Just beyond her hand lay his cock, and she was mesmerized by that, too. She grew warm just thinking about the wonderful sensations that centered around it. "Reality is so much better than fantasy." She looked at him mischievously. "But in our fantasies, you go for hours nonstop." Her hand moved down and teased him between the thighs. "Oh...give me a minute." He pulled her face up to his and kissed her passionately, stifling her soft laughs. And he was true to his word, as she found out after she returned his kisses for another minute. Together at Last It was the beginning of summer and the bedroom was almost uncomfortably stuffy. I had the window open and the large fan on as high as it would go and it still wasn't moving the air quick enough to cool things off so I could sleep. Ah, sleep. It would be easier to do that if I didn't feel so restless. I had wanted to pounce on my boyfriend earlier, but he was so exhausted he had fallen asleep on the couch, so I was left to my own devices. I caressed my body lightly and gave myself goose bumps, dragging my fingers across my stomach, crossing my arms and softly ran my fingers down my neck. Skin-gasm. I glanced at my man's sleeping form and decided to go to bed anyway. There would always be other times, now that we were living together. We picked a nice apartment and we had moved in together after several months of planning, writing, texting and monthly visits by Greyhound bus. Now there wouldn't have to be goodbyes anymore, because we were finally together. That always made me smile. I lay in bed in the cotton nightshirt I'd carelessly tossed on. It was light gray and came to below my knees. Normally it's very comfortable but not when it's so warm out. I shut off the light and lay in bed with my eyes open, scanning the ceiling as I tried to talk myself into slumber while listening to the mechanical drone of the fan blades. The rhythm was almost meditative. I felt my body start to drop into fatigue and I gradually closed my eyes as I drifted off into deep sleep. Somewhere along the way I felt the bed shift and creak like someone else had climbed in. The presence curled up close next to me and I felt a silk blindfold slip over my eyes. The hands lifted my head as the elastic was slid over, then they started to move down my chest to the top of my leg and moved lower. I thought it was my man as I felt my nightshirt get pulled up and his hand trace up my leg, leaving a very hot trail in its wake. Dream or not, I didn't want to wake up. I love my man's touch. "Mmm..." I quietly moaned and shifted, my cheek touching his. His cheek felt scraggly like he hadn't shaved in a day or two, providing a rough contrast to the softness of his hand, which was now working its way up between my thighs. I tried to reciprocate, but he pushed my hand away and I heard a voice quietly say "No, allow me to give this to you." I stopped. I had to be dreaming. "I, I—" I started. He kissed me hard, his hair falling in silken tendrils about my face. "Would you rather I stop?" he breathed just as his fingers found my clit and began to manipulate it expertly. I moaned loudly, orgasm racking my muscles as I arched, fire racing up my body and causing me to see sparks. "So responsive.... so sensitive. You are like an instrument and your moaning is music." He inserted one finger into my slick, wet pussy and I orgasmed again. I tried pushing him off, but instead he sat up, grabbed both my hands with one hand and pinned them down on the pillow above my head, then continued the assault on my now dripping pussy. I moaned and writhed, helpless to shake him off and helpless in the throes of the orgasms that coursed through me. He let up, caressing my side and my face before he kissed me again. I felt him snake one leg between mine, resting his chest lightly against mine. His body heat was intense as though he had a fire burning inside him. So... hot... hotter than the room..... "Please... I want you." He kissed me again. This time I kissed back, nibbling his lip as I did so. If this was a dream, I was going to enjoy every bit of it. "I want you. I want you to be mine." he breathed, nuzzling my neck and nipping it lightly. This was almost too much. "Please.." I whispered. "I'm going crazy here." I turned my head and he nuzzled it harder, bringing the blood to the surface and setting my heart to pounding. I begged again "Please." He dragged his teeth across the skin, causing me to suck air through my teeth. He got his other leg between mine. I whimpered a bit at feeling so exposed. My breathing sped up as he pinned both my hands with both of his. He nudged my head to the side with his, then sank his teeth into my neck at the same time he entered me. I stiffened and came hard, my breathing coming hard and fast as he rode me, finally taking me and fulfilling my body's hunger. "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" I moaned loudly. He rode me hard making me cum over and over again, until his moaning came quicker and he climaxed, stiffening over me. He held me and I held him tightly for a few moments. Then he worked one arm free and pulled the blindfold off me. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dimness, but I could see my boyfriend's smile above me. I broke into giggles. "Oh my GODS!! I can't believe you did that to me!!" "Yep, it was me. I thought I'd surprise you with an early wake-up call." he said with a smirk. "I'll say it's early." I glanced at the clock; it was nearly 4am. "What gave you the idea to pounce on me in my sleep?" I asked. "Well, I recall you liked it quite a lot when you came to visit and thought you might want a refresher course. You always slept really well afterwards." I smiled. "Let's sleep together now, shall we?" he grinned. I couldn't possibly be irked with somebody I was so crazy about. "Ok." said I and we cuddled up on the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, my head on his bicep and his arm around my waist, my hand cradling his. There wouldn't be any more goodbyes, I thought with a smile, and drifted off. The end Together at Last As I walk down the jetway, my awareness is split in two. Part of me is focused on physical sensation: the swish of my long skirt against my thighs, the swing of my hips, the straps of my backpack pressing into my shoulders, my toes digging into my sandals with each step. The other part is focused on you, waiting for me somewhere inside the airport. I think about how nervous I am. I hope you really do love me and don't change your mind the minute you see how I really am. I hope you really do like older women like you say. Finally my divorce had finalized. Finally the kids were staying with my mother. Finally you had your own apartment. Finally I had the money together for a plane ticket, a long weekend with you. Just my luck to fall for someone who lives so far away. We'd been planning, and hoping, for so long, it's hard to believe the day had finally come. I make it to the end of the jetway and emerge into the gate area. How I wish you were waiting right there for me -- I can imagine your eyes lighting up and that wicked grin crossing your face at the sight of me. Of course, no one has been able to pick up people at the gate for years now, but I still remember it. Another one of those proofs of my age that you always say doesn't matter to you. I hesitate, looking for the way to baggage claim. Ah, there it is. I head down the terminal, my heart pounding in excitement as I quicken my pace. I'm both crazy with desire to see you in the flesh, and anxious at how it will be. You have always said you think I'm beautiful. But will it really be so? Will we click like we did when we met online, or will it be horrible and awkward? Heading down yet another section of the terminal, I pass through that point of no return at security. The thought crosses my mind: I passed that point with you long ago, my darling. No security in leaving a husband, raising my children essentially alone, and risking my heart on a man years younger than me. I had security with Daniel, but no longer love or passion. We were merely the good friends we had been back when we met in high school. I had found love and passion with you, instead, through online chats and texts and stolen time on the phone. Even video calls, recently. The escalator down to baggage claim finally appears, and my heart thumps in my chest. I walk onto the top step and look down. As I descend, I see you down there pacing back and forth. Then you look up and see me, and stop dead, staring. Instead of the wicked grin I had imagined, I see that your face is so serious, and you swallow nervously I step off the escalator and walk toward you. The moment stretches endlessly, and finally I stop in front of you, looking up into your eyes. "Hey," I whisper, staring at you, drinking in the sight of your face finally there before me. Without thinking I let my hand steal up to rest on the side of your neck, just where I'd imagined burying my face so many times. Now I know your heart is thumping, too. Your hand slides around my waist, under my backpack, and pulls me closer to you. "Hey, baby," you whisper back. Finally the tiniest grin appears. I remember how often over the last months I had craved making you laugh, just to see you smile. "Do you have any more luggage?" "No, just this." I shrug my shoulders underneath my backpack. "I like to travel light." "Then let's get the hell out of here." Your grin finally turns wicked. I could swear you're going to kiss me, but instead you grab my hand. We start walking. I feel how rough your hand is, think of the factory job you've been working. One of those things that always worried me, how different our lives are. I work with words, you work with your hands. But you always insisted that we had enough in common, that what mattered was our love for each other. I've always hoped you were right. Daniel and I had so much in common, but it still didn't help in the end. Maybe, just maybe, you're right. We walk out of the airport through the parking lot to your truck. As you unlock the passenger door, I shrug out of my pack and climb in. I watch you as you get in the other side, and then you lean over and finally, finally, put your lips on mine. Just a quiet, soft little kiss, a promise of more. You rest your forehead against mine, whispering, "I love you so much, baby." *** We drive out of the city, through a landscape thoroughly different than my home. It's summer, humid, and the landscape is richly green, fat white clouds in the sky. No dry, brown western hills and endless, empty, scorching blue sky. As we cruise along, your hand closes over mine on the seat between us. We're quiet, shy even. Once in a while you point something out to me in passing, but we both seem chastened by this enormous thing we're doing. Finally we arrive. You park the truck outside your apartment and come around to open my door and grab my heavy pack. I smile, thinking, Daniel would never do that. He doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. You're old-fashioned, and I love it. You lead me to your door, and again my thoughts are split. Feeling the sweat on my forehead from the humid air, watching your body as you lead me from the car, yet my mind also racing. I am so nervous. How should I act? Part of me wants to rip off your clothes the minute we get inside, and part of me has no idea what to do. We've been talking to each other for so long that we know each other well, but finally being together in person is a completely different thing. I walk into your apartment, and you close the door behind us. As I stop in the entryway, you come up behind me and silently take the backpack off my shoulders. You put it down somewhere behind me, and then I feel your hands on my shoulders, kneading gently where the straps had been digging into my flesh. Then your hands slide down my arms and our fingers twine together, your arms around me and your body pressed into mine. I feel your breath on my neck as you press your lips there, so softly, and suddenly I realize I've been holding my breath. Relax, I tell myself. This is what you've wanted for so long. This is going to be a great weekend. "Can I get you anything, baby?" you ask, your warm breath still tickling my neck. "Water. Water would be great," I stammer out, my anxieties and your body against mine making it hard to stay coherent. "Come on in and make yourself at home." You head to the kitchen while I slip off my sandals and sit down on the couch. The room is almost empty-you just got this apartment only a few weeks ago. I remember the day you texted me, "I GOT IT!!" I had immediately taken that VISA gift card mom had given me for Christmas that I had been saving, and made the plane reservation. I remember my hands shaking as I hit "Confirm purchase" on the airline website, almost crying with happiness and anxiety and relief. You sit down beside me on the couch, breaking into my memories by handing me a tall glass of ice water. I feel your arm on the back of the couch behind me, your thigh next to mine, and it's almost all I can do to sip the cold water and not choke. I know you're watching me drink, and it's making me even more nervous. Then you reach over and tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, your fingers grazing my earlobe and the slightly sweaty skin on my neck. I put the glass down on the coffee table and turn to look at you. "I don't know why, but I'm kinda nervous." "Me too, baby," you say, and as I finally let myself look into your eyes, I can see that it's true. Suddenly, I relax and actually start to laugh. You laugh too, and your arm slides down to wrap around my shoulders and pull me closer. "Remember how many times we talked about sitting here and watching a movie together?" you ask. "Yeah. I don't think it's time for a movie right now though, do you?" You are looking intently at me, your smile gone again. "No baby, I don't think so. I'll be right back." You give my shoulders a squeeze and get up, disappearing down the hallway. Unable to sit still, I get up and look out through the sliding glass door of the living room, watching more puffy white clouds cross the brilliant blue sky. I still feel the tension in my shoulders and roll them around a little. stretching my neck. Plane rides always make me tighten up, no less the one taking me to the love of my life. I hear you walk up behind me, and again you slide your hands around me, this time around my waist. I let out a big breath-have I been breathing at all since we got here?-and let my head fall back against your shoulder. Your hands slowly pull my t-shirt up out of the waist of my skirt and then slide underneath. I'm hot from the humid summer weather, but your hands are even hotter on my skin. "I always loved seeing your beautiful breasts on our video calls, baby. Now I get them all to myself, for real." Your voice rumbles through your chest into my back, and your fingers trace circles on my belly, higher and higher. Oh hell, I think, you're gonna feel my stretch marks, I hope they don't gross you out. But these thoughts are driven from my mind by the feeling of your thumbs slowly circling my nipples. One of your hands cups a breast while the other slides down the roundness of my belly, finding its way inside the waistband of my skirt and pushing me back against you. I can feel how hard you are, already, against me. The hand in my skirt wanders farther down, but I stop you. Slowly I turn in your arms, your hands sliding around to my back, to press me against you again. I wrap my arms around your neck and look into your eyes, those green eyes I love so much. Then you kiss me, and my eyes close as I'm overwhelmed by the feeling of your lips on mine, your soft beard, then your warm, wet tongue touching mine. Thank God, you're a great kisser. Our kiss goes on and on, endless. You taste so, so good. I desire you, my legs trembling, aching between them. I can feel my nipples hardening, rubbing on your chest. My heart is pounding in my ears. I melt into your arms, hanging onto you for dear life as my legs get weak. You pull away from my mouth, looking deep into my eyes, whispering, "I love you so much, baby." *** I follow you down the hallway on trembling legs. I haven't done this with a man in, well, I can't really count how many years. A first time, nervous, unsure what will happen, how it will be. So many years with Daniel with nothing new, no changes or experimentation or variety. Just familiar parts and sounds and movements, each time. Comforting; maybe even boring by the end of the marriage. I try to ignore the panicked voice in my head: What will you think of my body? What if I fail in some way? I'd never had trouble pleasing you with my words or my voice before, that I know for sure, just as you had always immediately turned me on. I remind myself that this is love, this is it. The bedroom is as sparse as the living room: most of the room taken up by a king-size bed, one chest of drawers. The blinds are drawn, leaving only dim lines of light across the bed. A ceiling fan spins above us. You sit on the side of the bed and pull me close, between your knees. Your head rests between my breasts, your arms wrapping around my waist, and you let out a huge breath. Is it a sigh of relief, of happiness? I run my fingers through your reddish-blond hair, cut so short for the summer heat. I marvel at how soft it is. Then you look up and pull my head down to you, kissing me deeply once again. I have to hang onto your shoulders to steady myself, I'm almost dizzy with the feeling of your lips, your tongue sliding against mine. I find myself sitting on your lap. You moan into my mouth as the roundness of my bottom shifts against your erection. No longer on shaky legs, I can let my hands explore you, marveling at the strength in your shoulders, clutching at the muscles in your arms as our kisses get more intense, deeper, incredibly passionate. I feel your hand sliding down under my skirt, lifting it as your fingers seek out the planes and curves of my legs. You kiss your way across my face, suckling on my earlobe, giving me chills. I love how you take your time, how you love to go slowly, savoring each bit of skin and each sound or movement I make. "I want to see you, all of you," you whisper in my ear, raising goosebumps all over me with your warm breath and the thought of laying myself bare to you. Your hands shift me on your lap, taking the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. I watch you feast your eyes on me, glad I bought a new bra and panty set just for this. "You know that picture you sent to me of you in that red bra, that kept me going for a long time, baby," you say, your hands following your eyes. "But this is so much better." I'm back to clutching your shoulders at the feeling of your fingers on my breasts, teasing my nipples through the pink and black lace. You run your fingernails across them, and smile as you hear my quick intake of air and then tiny moan. "You're making me crazy," I say, hardly able to form words, fuzzy with desire. I squirm, feeling you leap and pulse underneath me. I look down at you, and see your eyes tilt up to watch mine as you take a lace-covered nipple in your teeth. My back arches, pressing my breast into your face. My eyes close, my fingers clenching into your flesh. "Take off your bra," I hear you say. A tiny flutter of nerves runs through my stomach, but I am too far gone in lust to pay much attention. Your hands steady me as I reach back and undo the clasp, the straps falling down my shoulders. I pull the lacy thing away, tossing it to the floor. My mind is still worrying, worrying about how unperky my breasts are, but you don't seem to care about that. You take a breast in your hand, lifting it to your mouth. Pleasure burns between my legs as your tongue teases me, circling, the tip teasing until my nipples are painfully hard. I'm moaning over and over, starting to fidget as the ache intensifies. Without a word, you scoop me up, standing and turning to toss me on the bed. I laugh as I bounce on the mattress, throwing my arms over my head. You grin wickedly, pulling my skirt off, so fast you almost rip it. I luxuriate there, only in my panties, as I watch you undress. I love your big, strong body, so different than Daniel's. New shapes, textures, all so fascinating and arousing. You told me long ago you thought you weren't well enough endowed; I told you I had no worries. I still don't. I want you so bad, want you in my mouth, want you inside me everywhere. You kneel there by the bed and grabbing my feet, pull me roughly toward you. My eyes close in delight as you kiss the side of my foot, my calf, the inside of my knee. Then I feel your soft beard tickling the inside of my thigh, making me giggle. Your warm, wet tongue traces designs on the soft skin there. I am dying, I want you. I want everything, and nothing more than this. I let out a cry of frustration as I feel you move away, taking up my other foot to worship your way back to me. I no longer love how you're taking your time. I am desperate, the ache between my legs ever more urgent. Your kisses on my thigh burn me, torture me. I hear you laugh quietly, and I know you can tell how insane you're making me. I feel your breath now on my panties, damp with wanting. Your hands push my thighs apart, your lips grazing me through the thin cloth. Your teeth nip at my lips, and I cry out, moving my hips against you. I feel your hands sliding underneath me, lifting me, your face moving against my thighs again. Your fingertips curl into the elastic top of my panties, pulling them down and away. "Look at me," you say. I open my eyes to see you looking up at me from between my knees. "Is this what you want?" you ask as a fingertip grazes the inner crease of my thigh. "Yes . . . please . . ." I can barely get the words out, almost panting, writhing under your teasing touch. I watch you move back up, feel your breath there. My eyes close as you kiss me, first on the soft roundness of my mound, then lower, feathering down my lips. I move my thighs apart even more, completely abandoned to the way you make me feel. Your tongue pushes between my lips a tiny bit, sliding all the way down and then up. I feel like screaming with frustration. Your fingers push my lips apart, and then I feel your breath there as you draw in a deep breath, reveling in my scent. I feel more than hear the sound you make, low in your throat, at the smell of my desire. Then, finally, your tongue touches my center. I cry out again, this time with joy, with pleasure. I have never felt this way, never in all these years. Your tongue circles me, flicking, probing, never ceasing. I am shuddering, my head rolling back and forth, my hips shifting constantly. Your hands slide on my skin, cupping me underneath as you feast on me. You have listened to me come so many times already, over the phone or on those recent video calls, that you know I'm very close now. My hands are curled up in the blanket, clutching for dear life. Then you slide a hand around, two fingers teasing the wetness underneath your face, sliding inside me. I'm done, then and there. My body is overtaken, the ache replaced with incredible pleasure. Your tongue and fingers never stop moving as you taste me exploding against you. Over and over my body shakes, moans replaced by a final cry and then no breath at all as the sensations peak inside me. The shaking subsides as I go slack against the bed, eyes shut tight, but your fingers still move in and out, slowly. Then your fingers slide out, and I feel you climb up, your body lying against mine. "Look at me," you say, pressing yourself hard against me. I open my eyes as the tip of your penis slides between my lips and then stops. I can smell myself on you, your mouth wet. Your eyes are truly burning, intent on my face as you lean down and kiss me hard, sliding your tongue, sweet with me, into my mouth. At that same moment you slide inside me, my legs lifting to take you in. This is what I wanted, you, inside me, all of your body touching all of mine. I move my hands across your smooth, hot back, damp with sweat, reaching down to grab you and push you deeper into me. You are moving over me, torturing me in a new way, filling me. Our bodies slide with sweat, the ceiling fan unable to cool us. We shift as you thrust, finding the place where pleasure is greatest. Your kisses trail down to where my neck meets my shoulder, and you bite down, hard, your hips pounding against me all the harder. You lean up on one arm, never stopping your thrusts, and look down, watching my breasts shake. Your free hand reaches down to play with a nipple, pinching it, rolling it between finger and thumb. I cry out again, crazy with desire for you. Your hand clutches around the soft flesh of my breast, squeezing it hard. I want this, want it never to end, but still I look up at you and say, "Come for me, baby. Inside me, come on, come on." I push up against you, desperate. My body shudders with each movement, my knees sliding up toward your shoulders, wanting you ever deeper. I dig my fingers into your back, scratching you. Then you thrust faster, I know you're close. I pull you down to me, licking and biting your ear, your hot breath against my neck. Then you bite again, and stop moving, and fill me. I can feel you pulsing inside me, feel my body overflowing. Your teeth hurt, and I love it, the fierceness of your desire for me. Sweat trickles off both of us as you lie on top of me, slowly kissing the spot where your teeth left marks. Then you let out a huge contented sigh, rolling off me but pulling me with you. I gasp as suddenly I am empty. We lie in each other's arms, the fan finally cooling our skin. Hearts pounding, listening to each other breathe. My eyes closed, I feel you shift to put your forehead against mine, saying, "I love you so much, baby." Together at Last *** We spend the greater part of the weekend in that bed, exploring each other, pleasing each other over and over again. Stopping to eat or shower, we try more things, against a countertop, under the warm water. We lie together on the bed, watching the ticking fan, talking about what we will do the next time we're together, about how we can be together. Now that I know, know that it works, that our bodies work as well as our words, I want it right away. No more delays, no more wishing and planning. I'll move across the country to be with you -- my work is portable, my kids love traveling and exploring new places. I know they will love you, too. Now, the only voice in my head is saying, Yes.